This homecoming of sorts

lights my heart on fire.

My bones sing

when they return under Kenyan clouds

and African sun.

This sky has known me since birth.

The sun tickles the corners of my mouth

daring me to call out to the light. 

It asks me why I ever ventured away so far

to live under a different sky

that I can only pretend to know so well. 

Dear Sky

Sun

Moon

Stars.

Dear Kenya

I will return. 

My lungs can never get their fill of this air.

My feet yearn for the ground

and my heart knows I can never truly leave.

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